She never believes it when I say
And I never believe it when she say
I love you
And I shouldn't complain about it
I should take it like a man and walk up out
Cause we will never be the same.
I've been standing in gas
And you have been the flames - Usher
And I never believe it when she say
I love you
And I shouldn't complain about it
I should take it like a man and walk up out
Cause we will never be the same.
I've been standing in gas
And you have been the flames - Usher
When I woke up she was still asleep. Her hand on my chest, her thigh stretched over my waist and her head rested on my shoulder. Gently, I brushed hair from her face and placed it behind her ear. Taking care not to wake her, I stole a kiss.
Rays from the morning sun pierced through the blinds and stung my skin. Swallows sang their joyfull song. I wondered what time it was and reached across her head to her cell phone on the bed stand. My eyes searched the LCD for the digital clock. Instead of the time, my eyes focused on a notification. . .
"2 New Messages"
We are born a curious specie and that's how we die. In fact, we are curious about death itself and you know what the post-mortum of 'the cat' was. I was tempted to read her messages. We've been dating for years and I figured it won't hurt to intrude a bit. So, I opened the first message. . .
'Hi, where are you?? I'm wating outside. Lance' - 01:29am
I read the message again. I hoped I read it wrong the first time but each word was plain and simple. It didn't allow for misinterpretation. Merciless simplicity. My heartbeat picked up pace and my trembling hands opened the second message. . .
'Okay, I've waited too long. I'm leaving now. Delete the messages before he sees it.' - 02:05am
After I read the second message I was breathing heavily. I checked to see if she was still asleep. Her face was that of an angel but my heart new the way our relationship worked. This was how we killed each others emotions. This was not the first time it happened and I never get used to it. I put my hand on my racing heart. Beating fast and hard, the beat of an aching soul. The same way her heart beats when she's doing my laundry and find suprises in my pockets.
I deleted the messages and prayed to fall asleep again. Hours from now this will be forgotten. That's how we love each other.

